Paroles de Bad idea

Thea Gilmore

pochette album Bad idea
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Date de parution : 19/04/2005

Durée : 0:04:14

Style : Alternative



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Perfectly ugly i'm standing up here in front of you
Like a living work of art
And i can do cute with a bite or angry with a personable side
But they're my only parts
And this town crossed its legs a long time ago baby
When it got sick of trying
And the violent soprano of an ambulance siren screams round the block
Like the whole world is dying

Oh, oh i have to give everything a name
Oh no i can smell gas in here again
And you say what an explosive little sugar i am
And i say well you know sweetheart you live on bad ideas

She managed them both like some dizzy soap opera queen on the tv
And i manoeuvred my way round the rocks smuggling scorn into my words
And she didn't even see me
I love it when you float off like some great feather in the breeze
But the only trouble is i'm left sitting here panting for more
Like a bitch on heat, now

And oo, oh i have to give everything a name
And oh no i can smell gas in here again
And you say what an explosive little sugar i am
And i say well you know asshole you live on bad ideas

Skin tight and forthright
I can pick this fight alone
Hold on we can take it on 'cause only
Words can cut to bone

Skin tight and forthright
I can pick this fight alone
Hold on we can take it on 'cause even
Words

Oh, oh i have to give everything a name
Oh no i can smell gas in here again
And you say what an explosive little sugar i am
And i say well you know asshole you live on bad ideas

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